a masochistic flavour.
eye contact.
a gesture so often emphasized yet wrought with baffling layers of complexity.
an irrationality, believing it confers more meaning than its intended purpose.
or a fear of showing that beyond the supposed uninvolvement and respect for boundaries, you care.
a mystery box.
entirety only with perseverance and well intentions.
but take heed, it should not be the unknown that truly draws.
it could, but it fails to sustain.
not every one that comes by can be taken in and beautifully expressed.
at least, the king of one.
broad enough a coverage, but using whats available to its maximum potential.
seems the most plausible strategy.
it took so long just to feel alright
remember how to put back the light in my eyes
i wish i had missed the first time that we kissed
'cause you broke all your promises.
perfection at 10:48 PM